Read: The Werewolf Epic

The addition:

This twilight hour casts strange shadows Granny.
She says while tentative her steps carry
young child into a seat by your bedside.
Forgive that I should tarry at your door,
but was afraid for that strange sight beheld,
as when I first espied you in the dark,
I thought you were the wolf I saw hiding
in thicket bush upon the lane traversed
this day. Your ears, erstwhile odd: they seemed
to me pointed and tall as like the dog

And so disguised, he speaks your words, joking:
I would my ears were larger still that I
might better hear your voice, to me so dear,
should all the more know melody so sweet,
as what passes your lips. Replied she thus:

In light so grim, O my mother’s mother,
your eyes which once I knew as kind now seem
so large and cruel. And thus came your response:

Child, my sweet, they are more grown, and so
all bett’r the more, seeing you’ve handsome grown.
You have become becoming, with eyes dark
and deep softly holding secrets they wish,
desire new discovering, to share.